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Okay. If this book isn't lying to me? There are a few things I'm going to need. Things I needed yesterday.

Necessary supplies:
housing
clothes
food
bow and arrows
therapist

Anyone got any leads on these things?

Thanks.

[A few moments' pause, then:]

My name's Alex, by the way.

[Okay, so Alex isn't quite as calm, cool, and collected as the writing would make it seem. That's why she wrote in the first place, rather than trying to talk.

She's somewhere very cold and dark and doesn't know where she is, but she found this Journal and read it because... Well. Books with her name written on them don't happen every day. She knows it's daylight out wherever the sky can be seen, but that doesn't really give her much of a time frame to go on.

So, basic idea of Luceti, down. The rest? Is taking its time to settle. She'll have a proper freak out later, when she knows it's not a matter of life and death. For now, she's focusing on just breathing. And really hoping for that therapist.]

(Alex appeared in the tunnel, just before it goes under the mountains. She'll have some work figuring out where she is, but someone who wants to help her out would be great!)

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I guess that leaves me for the bow and arrows. I'm Sokka from the smithy.

Smithy, huh? That's awesome. I could use some custom work on the arrows, if you can.

[Though dealing with someone instead of a "here you are, take what you will" like the housing seemed to be... That prompts a question.]

How do I pay you?

Well, there's no money. Well, I mean, I've made money. But you can't really buy anything with it. And it was just a gift. So really, payment isn't exactly an option around here. So generally ~~speaking~~ writing, I just work for favors. I do a thing, then later if I need something that you can do, I get you to do it.

[He didn't like working for free anymore than some people disliked getting things for free. It made his efforts seem far too shallow. Unfortunately he typically wanted for little, so he'd manage to accumulate a lot of favors. Though a lot of those favors tended to expire when the people owing them went home.]

Done.

If you can, I'd love some silver edged arrows. No big deal if you can't. It's just sort of a [security feature] signature I have back home.

Zombies. [On the other side of the journal, he nods his head sagely.] Or wait, is it zombies? I always forget what kills what. I just know you use stakes for vampires. That's pretty much it.

[For a temporary Slayer, Sokka was remarkably bad at knowing how to kill the supernatural.]

[Not like any source is consistent with what can and can't kill supernatural things.]

Never hurts to be safe, I figure.

Well, I do keep some silver around. I can make some silver arrows. But as for a regular bow and regular arrows? I have some of those around too. Unless, in fact, you had some from home. In which case, they may have shown up here.

I'd love it if my stuff came with me. I'm pretty into archery, so my bow from home is pretty good.

But if it doesn't end up here, I'd be happy to trade a favor for one and some arrows.

Sure. Once you're here, we'll look for your bow. Or give you a new one. Either way. The smithy will be the building with the most smoke coming out of the top.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

See you there?

Of course. Thanks.

[If she does indeed come calling, he'll be at the smithy out front. He's behind the counter, organizing the collection of small projectiles.]

[It takes her a little while to get clothes and shoes. But once she's dressed and with about an hour to go 'til sundown (this place is weird enough she's not trusting herself except behind a locked door, at least until she knows for sure), she shows up at the smithy.

She looks around for a minute or two then looks at the man behind the counter.]

Sokka, right? I'm Alex.

[He looks up from his current task. He's not impatient. During New Feather season, he generally tries to make sure SOMEONE is out front to help the new arrivals. Today, it just so happens to be him.]

That's me. You're the one looking for a bow, right?

Yeah. I saw the whole "things might turn up in the shop" thing, but my bow's not there yet. So. Figured I'd ccome see you.

Well, you've come to the right place! Seriously, I mean, not just in a self-promoting kind of way. All the weapons end up here. Period.

Well. Then I'm definitely glad I came. [She laughs a little, doing her best to take this whole thing in stride.] It'd be a black metal hunting bow. Longbow like but not full body height. But if it's not here, I'm really pretty good with anything -- short or long. I can make due with it.

Well, let's take a tour first. Not that there's much to tour, but I'll see if if any of the other smiths put your weapon with the new stuff.

[He leads the way. It's one of the closer shelves. If her bow is there, she should spot it fairly quickly.]

[Alex follows him. She does pay attention to the bows, but her eyes are wandering every which way, too.

Her bow? Not among the items collected. But she isn't going to worry about it. Not yet.

As long as she's not in crisis mode, there's time to learn a new bow.]

So...

Do some of these belong to people? Or are they all for sale?

No, the rest are ones the Malnosso left for us or one that me and the others made. Since there's no money, they're basically... well, free.

[Which he never likes to admit, really. He hates just giving stuff away.]

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